Alistair - or more commonly, Al - is a man who takes pride in his appearance with practicality over fashion at the forefront of his mind. He has short blond hair, blue eyes and a sharp jawline (in which he often keeps clean shaven.)

He is of average height - 6'0", made more prominent by his almost ramrod straight back and is of muscular build; yet not overly so - ecto-mesomorph would be the closest description; for he has height but also easily builds muscle. His face does not bear the brunt of his scars, he has most of them on his body from various conflicts he had partaken in.

Blood Type: AB-

Distinguishing Traits: Scottish accent and a tattoo on his left shoulder of a tribal dragon - much like the one you see here : Tattoo

Alastair is much of a man who trusts his gut and instinct in trying times over hard and rigid facts - which has led him down some good paths and some paths that were not to be trodden on again. He has a strong moral compass when it comes to good, bad and everything in between.

However, the man does have his downfalls. He does not come to trust as a horse to water, preferring to observe people from a distance before making a complete decision on whether or not he can open up to them. In a heated situation, trust in another is a crucial part of battle - this is something that Al will find himself stretching out of his comfort zone but something that comes willingly.

Despite the stoic look he presents, Alastair is a laid back (though occasionally guarded) man. He enjoys his friendships and is a loyal man to the end.

History:

Born to Martha and Trevor MacRae, Alistair was the second child of the young couple. They had him upon Martha turning 22. He had been born alongside with his twin, Quentin. It was said at most times, they shared a mental link - whenever Al got hurt, Quentin would be the first to feel it.

Though, it was a difficult upbringing with such young parents. Alistair had a knack for finding trouble, and on some occasions started the fight. Quentin attempted to keep him out of trouble, but ended up often being dragged along the undercurrents. With such a track record, his parents ended up having to homeschool them and having to think about drastic measures.

That was when the military had been an option.

Of course, it was not an easy choice - they had to send both of their sons off to war. Alistair had not protested, however, it was clear that regret shone clearly in his eyes. He loved his family, but something deep within him called to him. As the years passed, they began to discover more colonies and planets - fought aliens and kept peace in others. Both he and his brother had the maverick element that was useful in XCOM, their decision making driven by individuality rather than by command allowed for some risky but effective maneuvers. They had been put up for selection. Quentin had unfortunately not passed first time around, leaving Al to fend for himself for two years before finally, Quentin had attempted for the second time and passed.

The twins had been battle buddies until 33, where Quentin's life had been taken by a mugging gone wrong during their rest period away. Al had been left empty and his parents devastated, but vowed to continue fighting on in his brother's name, not allowing his death to be left meaningless - he knew Quentin would have done the same for him. At the age of 35, he had been given the rank of sergeant and squad leader within the Alhabor Alien Combat Unit.

Define ecto-mesomorph, other than that work in progress is okay so far.

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Bickering with an admin is like fighting a dragon. You gave him a good kick, poked his eye with your sword and already are aiming to cut his throat open, when the dragon gets tired and finally breathes out.

If you are going with the ISS, then your character will be guaranteed to end up in the mess down in Alhabor City thanks to the sudden uprising.

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Terra Locuta. Causa Finita.

Bickering with an admin is like fighting a dragon. You gave him a good kick, poked his eye with your sword and already are aiming to cut his throat open, when the dragon gets tired and finally breathes out.

I just had a better idea for your char since you wrote that he's a special force in the ISS... >.>

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Terra Locuta. Causa Finita.

Bickering with an admin is like fighting a dragon. You gave him a good kick, poked his eye with your sword and already are aiming to cut his throat open, when the dragon gets tired and finally breathes out.

Bickering with an admin is like fighting a dragon. You gave him a good kick, poked his eye with your sword and already are aiming to cut his throat open, when the dragon gets tired and finally breathes out.

Bickering with an admin is like fighting a dragon. You gave him a good kick, poked his eye with your sword and already are aiming to cut his throat open, when the dragon gets tired and finally breathes out.